"As he came near Mr Dedalus greeted:
- Hold that fellow with the bad trousers.
- Hold him now, Ben Dollard said.
Mr Dedalus eyed with cold wandering scorn various points of Ben Dollard's figure. Then, turning to Father Cowley with a nod, he muttered sneeringly:
- That's a pretty garment, isn't it, for a summer's day?
- Why, God eternally curse your soul, Ben Dollard growled furiously, I threw out more clothes in my time than you ever saw." (U10.904)